perfect sense, no sense

Davon 2022-04-21 09:02:49

I knew from the very beginning of the film that I liked it, and the woman slowly spoke a long monologue in English with a French accent. Pictures of life flashed by, and the world existed as we imagined.
Slowly the senses disappeared, first smell, then taste, hearing. How people will react is to panic or go on with life. Does desire still exist when the senses disappear? Will people still love each other? Why do we have love in the end, is it obsessed with the fragrant body or the pleasure of the soul?
There is a section in the film that I think is absurd, and I can't stand it any longer. The cook made a dish for the woman, and the woman remembered her father, who was a sailor, and began to cry, and kept crying, and the cook took her home. They were lying on a bed, the woman was still sobbing from time to time, and for some reason the chef started to cry, and the woman hugged the chef. I thought at the time what kind of shit it was. At the beginning of the film there is a scene where the chef wakes up a woman who is sleeping in bed and says you have to go and sleep with someone else and I can't sleep, the woman says we danced all night and then come back to have sex , now you actually let me go. So I thought maybe the director himself was in Judgeing, he felt that physical contact was just a momentary indulgence, and two people hugging each other and crying is love.

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Extended Reading
  • Dolores 2022-03-27 09:01:12

    The horror atmosphere of the interlaced documentary drama is quite good, and the silence part in the back section is also handled well. But it's a bit of Gu Ying's self-pitying show (that passionate scene and meaningless dew point), and the two people's feelings are taken for granted, their so-called "love" is basically making love crazy

  • Genoveva 2022-03-27 09:01:12

    The ultimate meaning of life is to be with you.

Perfect Sense quotes

  • James: Well, shall we call it a night?

    Michael: I don't know what the fuck we should call it.

  • Michael: Now, you can invite me back to your place.

    Susan: Don't know if I will.

    Susan: Well, you-you can just start walking home... and I'll follow you.

    [Susan smiles and starts walking. Michael smiles and follows. Susan stops, looks back, sees Michael following and laughs. Michael also laughs]